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A man with a migraine (it was truly terrible) had been akumatized, and for good reason. He'd gone out drinking last night and had come home with a hangover, even though he was still very drunk. He was in college and had a roommate, who chose to throw open the door in the morning and greet him by throwing open the curtains and shouting that he'd made eggs (he'd thrown up soon after).
He was very mad at his roommate, enough to be sensed by Hawkmoth and akumatized.
He was an Akuma that caused all sound to be eliminated, and the more sound he stole, the more power he gained (deaf people and people who knew sign language weren't really bothered by this).
Eliminating sound was actually peaceful, to the majority of Paris. Some fifth of the population actually were grateful for the reprieve, and reveled in it, hoping it never to be over. Perhaps if the other four-fifths of the population weren't of the opposite opinion, Ladybug would have considered not actually doing anything against this one, opting to walk away and let PSE rule the streets of Paris.
Unfortunately, sound was very useful at any point. A person very well-acquainted with sound could hear someone walking normally on the sidewalk from inside their room, playing music at top volume (it's a blessing and a curse, lemme tell ya). It served as a point to let you know if someone fired a gun or exploded a bomb, or wanted to get your attention.
This, of course, was the type of hyper-sensitive hearing the current akuma yearned to be rid of. Being able to hear a pin drop in an auditorium filled with people trying to watch a movie wasn't a good thing. It often caused migraines and the occasional crying fit (Out of pain, not because he was being a sissy!), but to wake up hungover with the need to attend classes, and every minute noise making your nausea/pain-induced headache worse, someone throwing up the curtains with a shout of good morning and the scent of eggs to an upset stomach does make someone mad enough to lash out.
Thus, of course a silence-affiliated Akuma took the time to exact retribution on a city that had caused him so much pain over the years, and chose to explode a few bombs. Just to cause some fear, not to kill anyone. In fact, he made sure not to kill anyone. That would be mean.
Now the bombs, however, weren't peaceful and Ladybug chose that moment to declare enough to be enough.
Queen Bee had trouble following the nonverbal commands relayed by Ladybug, but got the general gist of it when Chat explained in PSE (which thank god he knew). Her honey stingers could stop the bombs and distract Silencer long enough for Chat and Ladybug to get this done properly.
She understood that. They were veteran Akuma fighters. For the moment, she was still incredibly green, and she was somewhat dispensable.
Pollen had told her that, out of the Balance Circle, Laybug and Chat noir's jewelry was the most important. Since their holders were some of the only people who could synchronize with the ring and earrings, they were the least dispensable among the current Chosen against Hawkmoth.
As she worked, she found that they had a nonverbal understanding of one another. She supposed it was necessary when a villain had a functioning pair of ears just like them, and could grasp battle strategy just like they could. Still, it was a bit odd to see just how fluidly they moved with one another. After only a few weeks working together, it was so strange to see them so serious.
Or maybe it wasn't.
Paris was a city constantly in danger of attack, and got attacked at least once a day, sometimes more, and most of the time more than one Akuma at once.
This was not a rare thing. People got ticked off all the time. The more mad, the more power. It was why Hawkmoth generally picked the people who were pissed off for more reasons than their sibling punching them or girls pissed off on their menstrual cycle. It had to be an intense anger, like the person keeping this backstory.
Generally, anyways. The rich and spoiled get angry over a lot less, which is why a lot of the pompous assholes who became Akuma were generally the rich and/or famous.
The point is, the amount of anger has to build up. Being held behind floodgates, only to be released in one fell swoop, leaving a flood of negativity to wash over them like a plague. That was the kind of anger that needed to be triggered.
Chloe could recognize these types of people. She was one of those types of people. It wasn't healthy to keep emotions bottled up like that, so she kept tormenting people until they let the dam break. She tried to stop after the discovery of the Akumae, but it was a hard habit to break. Akumatization was probably traumatic, though. Being the cause of so much destruction and possible death was horrifying to her. The superheroes aside, there was still a huge destruction factor to consider. If Ladybug's miraculous should ever be taken before Chat's the collateral damage would be incredible.
Queen Bee shot at the explosions of power, trapping the civilians in a protective cocoon of hardened honey, leaving them safe from the explosions.
She winced as the screams of pain reached her ears, granting more power to the newest Akuma as he glowed a smoky midnight purple. Ladybug and Chat moved soundlessly across the rooftops, careful not to add to his power. Queen Bee wasn't really accustomed to this, and her running footsteps were only relatively silent as she frantically protected the civilians alongside the calm and collected holders at her side.
The blonde took a deep breath, It was silent to her ears, which was slightly disconcerting. She could do this.
"Give me your miraculous!" a demonic voice rang across the city, amplifying sound to how he normally heard. Queen Bee slapped her hands over her ears. Goddamn, that hurt! No wonder he was Akumatized!
Ladybug and Chat Noir were similarly incapacitated.
(She couldn't do this, what was she thinking?!)
Raising her shaking hands, wielding her guns, she shot with a marksman's ability at the victim's akuma-occupied object, coating it with honey and cutting him away from the source of his power.
Ladybug was still reeling from pain triggered through sound pressure. Chat, however, was quick to get over the pounding ache in his skull and called for cataclysm. He destroyed the akuma object and Ladybug destroyed it. Ears ringing, Chloe release her hold on all the civilians and ran to hide behind a building. (No one followed her, thank god. They were still disoriented from suddenly hearing again and the others were watching he pretty ladybugs fly around.)
As was suggested of her, she shifted the form of her Miraculous so it was a hair elastic.
"Good job on your first fly," Pollen said, flying into Chloe's purse for some hard honey candy.
Chloe almost smiled. She instead took her phone out of her purse, careful not to drop any candy or Pollen.
"Daddy? I got lost during the attack. Can you track that tracker you put in my shoes? I wanna go home." Chloe spoke sofly.
"Of course, dearest. Wait a few minutes, okay?"
"Yeah. Just please hurry?"
"I know. I'll hurry."
"Thank you. See ya tonight at dinner. Stay safe." Chloe hung up.
Five minues later, Chloe slipped into a relatively inconspicuous black 1979 mustang car. If anyone noticed Chloe shifted her purse so it didn't squish against the door and kept another hand on it so it wouldn't be squished by the seat belt, or that the bump on the side moved like it was breathing, no one commented.
Honestly, the city was weird enough. They could deal with a breathing purse.
